Hi everyone, I'm BAAACCK!!!

Here is basically the scoop.  I had been having abdominal pain for about 3-4 days it would come and go...and I would just grin and bear it.  On Friday I started getting nausea as well.  At this point I knew I had to at least see the Dr so I planned to go to urgent care - hopefully get some antibiotics and be on my way.  Well I called them when I left work early on Friday - they told me I had to go to ER.  Fever, Pain, and nausea they said needed to be addressed at ER.  So, I went to Banner Estrella.

I got there around 4 pm and they pretty quickly took me in and said I needed a CT Scan asap - So I had to go to Scottsdale and Shea to get a CT Scan. By 11 pm they found an intestinal blockage and they told me they were admitting me.

I was like WTF.  I did not come to ER on a Friday to get admitted.  It was my weekend!  Then they told me they were going to schedule a surgical consult because they believed that I would need to have an operation to resolve this issue immediately.  They gave me some vicoden and I don't even remember getting into my room (1432).

I woke up on Saturday in ALOT of pain.  Excruciatingly amount of pain.  Not even the morphine was helping.  And, I was on 4 units of it.  The surgeon came in and recommended sugery but he also recommended waiting a day in case the antibiotics and other meds would help the bowel slip back in place.  My sister wanted the procedure.  I did not - the surgeon really did not.  So, Jenn stayed the night with me my sister and Rob went home and I just waited it out over the night.  Every couple of hours getting more pain meds to deal with the waves of pain and discomfort.  Not wanting to move a muscle and  just trying to get through the day. 

I was very upset that the hospital did not have net access.  They say they do, but they took it down.  So I was panicking more over my ability to not complete my classes despite the pain.  To say I was panicked does not do it justice.  I did not expect to be admitted.  I did not expect to lose two days.  I did not expect to need surgery.  So, I was not a the best frame of mind, even with the morphine.

Sunday was a MUCH better day.  I felt I had turned a corner.  The blockage was over.  The danger passed, the pain for the most part, passed....and I took myself off of morphine until late at night when I started having back pain.  See, they put this PICC line - it is a pulmonary catheter that goes from my arm to my heart where they can directly put antibiotics and pull blood for tests from (fun oh yeah).  It was about 50 inches inside of me and one of the side effects is clotting.  I was concerned that my back pain was clotting.  They assured me it wasn't.  And they gave me my last dose of morphine LOL.  I went to sleep.

Monday I woke up, and flat out wanted to go home.  By 9 am the Dr was willing to give me my clearance.  By noon I was on my way home. 

I will go to work tomorrow and do a half day and see how I feel.  I am about to finish up my classwork and then its vicoden time.   That ladies and gentlemen was my weekend.

Posted by: Robert Woolwine at 05:42 PM | Comments (3) | Add Comment
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1 Heh. Heh. Heh.

You said vicodin!

Posted by: Me at September 01, 2009 12:58 PM (V+ylD)

2 welcome back Robert!!
nice to hear you feel better now

Posted by: Luc at September 02, 2009 07:53 AM (DTy3J)

3 Thanks Luc!

Posted by: Robert Woolwine at September 02, 2009 08:44 AM (V+ylD)

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